met a little girl who was disrespectful, but there was no real malice in the other party's tone, and with Chongyang's temperament, he naturally didn't care.

"How do you know I'm a newbie?" he asked with interest.

"That's not easy, I came in here like a goose looking around, and I had the words 'newcomer' written on my forehead. The girl said.

"Do you keep an eye on the door all day to see how many new people come in?"

"I'm staring at a fire mage. The girl glanced at Chongyang's staff, "I want to find a fire-type magician to form a team, but over the years, there are really fewer and fewer fire-type ones." ”

In the trend of magic in the continent, the fire system is declining more and more, which is also reflected in the trend of folk cultivation.

A person with a talent for magic can determine which type of magic is suitable for practicing according to several indicators such as elemental affinity, and then make a choice, choosing his own path as a magician from the two or three suitable divisions.

If it is an academic school, students are generally encouraged to choose the department with the highest comprehensive index, that is, the so-called "the most suitable is the best".

However, in the lack of detection methods, it is not easy to determine which line is most suitable for them, and secondly, they are affected by the trend and usually choose the more popular series.

This has resulted in a civil situation in which there are fewer and fewer mages in decline, and there are many popular mages in the line.

"Looking for a fire-based team, are you going to deal with the water-based demonic beasts?" Chongyang touched his chin.

"Don't worry about it for now, you tell me what level you are at, if it's below level four, then don't want to join. The girl said proudly.

How did it become that I wanted to join? Didn't you solicit it? Chongyang was amused to hear it.

"I'm a third-level magician, I've disappointed you, it's a pity that I can't form a team. "Although Chongyang doesn't care about the rudeness of the young women, he is not a person who uses a hot face to make a cold ass. He shrugged his shoulders and turned away from the girl.

"Hey, wait a minute!" When the girl saw that the black-haired young man was about to leave, her little face suddenly became anxious, and she grabbed Chongyang's sleeve.

In order to find a fire magician, she had to wait for a long time, how could she let people go like this?

"What?" Chongyang turned his head and looked at the girl's expression, thinking that this little girl was quite interesting.

The girl took a bite out of her neat teeth.

"Level 3 is level 3, make an exception for you to join, thank me!"

It was as if he had given a great favor and taken a great advantage on others.

"What kind of expression do you have?" the girl saw Chongyang's embarrassed face, her eyes widened, and her little nose wrinkled, "I tell you, this is because I, Aya, am kind and benevolent, and I don't want you, a stupid newcomer, to take on tasks by yourself and give your life, so I kindly make an exception to take you in." You are a little third-level fire mage, you must be extremely grateful and contribute to our team!"

Chongyang was defeated.

"Well, you won......" he stroked his forehead, "it's the first time I've met a little girl like you...... I'll be honest, I'm actually a fifth-level magician. It's okay to join you, tell me about the mission......"

"I'm not a little girl! I'm sixteen!" the girl named Aya jumped up.

"It's fourteen, I can tell by looking at your face, definitely under fifteen. ”

"Not really!"

The two of them talked like this, and as they spoke, they left the union and walked outside.

From Aya's mouth, she knew that at a young age, she was already a member of a small team of mercenaries established by her father, a sixth-level wind magician.

It's said to be a small team, but in fact, it's just mercenaries who are usually familiar with each other, and they get together during certain tasks. Most of the time, everyone is working on their own.

This time, the leader of this small team, Aya's father, Ai Xing, was commissioned by a domain-level mage to serve as his entourage escort on his way to the Alparin Mountains to collect medicine.

The Al Parim Mountains are a wild place only half a day's journey from the imperial capital, and there are many exotic flowers and plants growing on the mountain all year round, which can be used as medicinal herbs or raw materials for making scrolls, etc., but if you want to collect them, you need to risk being attacked by demonic beasts.

Domain-level magicians are not afraid of these magical beasts, but there is always a time when their magic power is exhausted, so for convenience, they simply hire some low-level mercenaries to follow them to clean up those small beasts or magical beasts and save their magic power.

This type of commission is uncommon, but it's not unusual. Seeing that the remuneration was good, Ai Xing was ready to call most of the people in the small team and assign their respective work scopes, such as what kind of beasts they encountered, which kind of magical beasts, and who would deal with them in order to improve efficiency.

When it came to the end, he found that a fourth-level fire magician who had been cooperating with him in the past was hanging.

The death was abrupt...... Without a fire magician, it would be difficult to deal with a small earth-based demonic beast called the Grey Scaly Tooth Rat. Because the skin of this little monster is rough and thick, ordinary samurai can't cut it to death, and only by using fire-based magic can its skin be burned. Using other types of magic is a waste of magic.

Fire mages were a rarity in this day and age, and Ai Xing ordered everyone to find them. Today is the deadline.

Aya took Chongyang to a roadside tavern where the small team met and introduced him to her father, her little face full of pride in fulfilling her instructions.

"I'm Ai Xing, and the little girl has caused you trouble. "A middle-aged man in a pale green hand-woven robe, with a scar on the left side of his face, a strong crow's feet at the corner of his eye, and a brown eye full of vicissitudes.

"I'm ...... Lin Feng. Chongyang used a pseudonym.

"Mr. Lin Feng is still so young, but he is already a fifth-level magician. In the future, the future is limitless. Ai Xing sighed. In the folk, a fifth-level magician around the age of twenty is already considered an excellent talent, and this sentence is not much polite.

Like in the academy, Freya is fourteen years old and fifth-level, with a dual system of earth and wind. The person who can be made by fusion magic and mutation magic is, in the eyes of the people, simply a god-like existence, a character on the clouds who can only look up for a lifetime.

"Where, I'm just a newcomer, here, I can't compare to Mr. Ai Xing's old-timers. Chongyang said, shook hands politely with Ai Xing, and pretended not to see the little Aiya next to him grimacing.

In the team, including Chongyang, who joined temporarily, there were a total of five magicians, just one each of thunder, wind, earth, fire, and water, and the rest were samurai who were responsible for handling beasts, carrying luggage, and tidying up the camp.

After explaining everything clearly, Ai Xing led a dozen people to the outside of the city and met his employer at the agreed intersection.

The employer's name is Ronte, an earth-level magician, about fifty years old, with gray hair, gloomy eyes, and a stinky face that seems to have owed him a lot of money.

As for what Ai Xing said, "Don't look at Mr. Rondt like this, he is actually quite good at talking. Chongyang had a high degree of suspicion in his heart. It wasn't until he inadvertently noticed the hungry wolf-like look that Ron looked at the bouncing little Aya that he suddenly realized.

The old cow has his eyes on the tender grass.

Chongyang wondered if he was looking for an opportunity to warn Ai Xing, but he thought that he was just a passerby, and it was not okay to talk too much about other people's affairs, so he hid his words in his heart.

Half a day's trip to the mountain, it was already dark, and all the staff had to find a suitable place to camp.

At this time, Chongyang saw Xiao Aya's stunts.

Why could she, the youngest in the team, become a mercenary, Chongyang had doubts from the beginning. As a result, it turned out that Aya actually had a skill that most water magicians didn't have—to find the specific location of a clean water source within a given radius!

"I can smell the water, even if it's miles away!" said Aya proudly.

That's an amazing skill indeed. If "smelling water" is understood to mean being able to feel the presence or fluctuation of the water element, then Aiya should be a person with a very high talent for water.

But this is not the case. Ai Xing told the puzzled Chongyang that little Aiya had not known how many magic talent tests she had done since she was born, but the results were disappointing every time. Even the recruiters at Presland only came to the conclusion that they were "untalented enough to learn magic".

Very spooky.

Chongyang was puzzled. But thinking about it, such a thing as magical talent has always been an esoteric subject that the wizarding world continues to specialize in, and God knows how deep the mystery in this area is that has not yet been recognized?

Maybe Aya is a buried genius, or maybe she's just a little special mortal, who knows.

Chongyang also secretly asked the flame demon to check, but the results were still unknown, so he gave up.

The next day.

The team began to follow Ron as he walked around the mountain. As the journey progressed, more and more beasts and monsters were encountered, and a battle often began every time they walked less than a hundred steps.

Under the dispatch of experienced Ai punishment, all the staff performed their duties. In order to save the magic power of the magician, it is generally aimed at the weakness of the beast and the monster, and after the specific magic is weakened, the samurai will go up with a sword and beat it, which is extremely efficient.

It seemed like a cumbersome team of a dozen people to be around, but when it really worked, Ront's face softened. As an employer, he lives in the center of the team, and unless he encounters a monster that is too strong, he doesn't need to do anything at all, just concentrate on collecting materials, and he is very comfortable.

Chongyang also made great contributions to his position, and countless gray scaly toothed rats were cleanly cremated by him. The attack was so precise that the few samurai who had been assigned to cooperate with him were idle and had nothing to do, and in the end they were so bored that they counted the number of gray squirrels that were killed.

Chongyang didn't blame them for being lazy, because he robbed the job himself. He is using some traditional magic to continuously train the accuracy of his spell casting, which is also equivalent to a disguised mental power training.

Until now, Chongyang, who is proficient in basic new magic, has a high control over magic to the point of perversion. The fireball released was not more than a point, not less than a point, just enough to burn the skin of a gray scale rat. Make the corpses of gray rats perfect as if they were specially grilled by the hotel's chef.

Several samurai who noticed this couldn't help but be amazed, and felt that looking at Chongyang Yao things was simply an artistic enjoyment. With such a remarkable person, it is no wonder that he would be promoted to a fifth-level magician at such a young age.

Gradually, several other magicians came to Chongyang for experience. They are all the same as Ai Xing, they are from the folk wilderness, and they practice magic, which is very hard. Chongyang understands them, and tries to pick out some knowledge that can be said to them.

So there was a peculiar scene in the team, several middle-aged magicians, surrounded by a young man about twenty years old, listening attentively, taking notes in the notebook in his hand from time to time, his eyes shining, revealing a desire to learn.

Later, even Ai Xing couldn't help it, and when he was camping and resting, he ran over to ask Chongyang for magic experience, and he was amazed and benefited a lot.

This annoyed little Aya again.

From the very beginning, this lively and lovely girl looked at Chongyang with a very unhappy look, as if she saw a natural enemy, and she quarreled with Chongyang along the way.

Chongyang didn't care about it himself, and regarded her as a naughty little sister, which only aroused Aya's antagonism even more.

Hmph, stinky fart, isn't he just a fifth-level fire mage?

Seeing Chongyang tell her father about magic knowledge, and her father's face looked like an apprentice with respect, she was extremely unhappy in her heart, and her mouth pouted.

How do you teach this arrogant guy a lesson?

The girl's eyes rolled and her gaze rested on the picnic pot where Heng was cooking broth in the camp.

"Hey, there's a way. The corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.